Laci LeBlanc Poems

Music, my passion, my love, my fear.
Music, that is defined by what is pleasing to the ear.

My passion, that is defined by my hunger for more,
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How do I respond?
How do I react to those who are fond?
I have affections that I wish to return,
Oh how do I learn, how do I learn?
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May all be forgiven, repented and true,
Remember only love and start over new?
For how gracious is the human heart,
To forgive any evil, that one may do?
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In his pockets, his hands he thrusts,
They reach out to no one, nothing he trusts.
A skeptic, cynical, and unforgiving,
'Tis his life, his way of living.
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Christmas is a joyous time as we all know,
The spirit is infectious, our hearts begin to glow.
Unfortunately, there is more to see,
Christmas isn't always what it's meant to be.
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You clasp your pillow, and attempt to rest, your restless head.
Fraudulent figures sweep the darkness,
They cackle and scream, the silence carries a weight of lead.
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You are always concerned, you always care,
When I am troubled, I know you'll be there.
I can rely on you, I am always sure.
You are more than a mother, much, much more.
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